Jack's POV
I woke up on the ground in my office. My throat was raw and shit was all over the place and broken. My desk chair was across the room, papers and pieces of glass from smashed bottles were everywhere. My eyes were burning and red and my whole body ached. I aimlessly picked pieces of glass out of my hands.
I had no thoughts, and I just felt numb.
I glanced down at the clock. (It fell on the ground apparently.)
2:20
Fuck. I have to pick Trina up from school and I look like shit. I got up and walked over to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
Oh god, I looked worse than I thought.
I had a partial black eye, cuts, and bruises. My eyes looked small and shrunken and I had scarily deep bags under my eyes. I looked small. Fragile. Pale, weak. and broken.
Great. And Trina got to see me like this.
On top of it all, I had a massive headache. Stupid hangover.
Oh yea and the love of my life has cancer and is going to fucking die.
Great.
I made myself look some-what presentable (If that was possible) and hopped into the car.
I still had to figure out what I was going to tell Trina, crap.
Pretty sure I can chalk this day up to be the worst day of my existence.
To keep my mind of things, hopefully, I turned on the radio.
"Hands, put your empty hands in mine
And scars, show me all the scars you hide
And hey, if your wings are broken
Please take mine so yours can open, too
'Cause I'm gonna stand by you"
Oh yippee, this song. Good timing, another stab to the heart. Just another way of reminding me how I fucked up and completely crushed Mark when he needed me.
I kept listening, partially because it made me feel sadder. And I kinda wanted that. I don't know. I don't know.
"Oh, tears make kaleidoscopes in your eyes
And hurt, I know you're hurting, but so am I
And, love, if your wings are broken
Borrow mine 'til yours can open, too
'Cause I'm gonna stand by you"
By now, I had to pull over because I couldn't see through all my tears to drive safely.
"Even if we're breaking down, we can find a way to break through
Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through Hell with you
Love, you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna stand by you
Even if we can't find heaven, I'm gonna stand by you
Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through Hell with you
Love, you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna stand by you"
I was a huge blubbering mess on the side of the road. I needed Mark right then and there. I needed him like air, I needed him to breath and right now I was suffocating.
I fumbled for my phone and typed his number in as tears dripped onto the phone. It rang, and rang.
Please pick up, please please ple-
"Hello?" Mark said in a wary voice.
"MARK!" I practically yelled into the phone.
"Seán? What's wrong?" Mark asked, worriedly. He must have heard my stuffed up nose and raspy voice.
"Oh my god, Mark, I love you so fuckignnff-" I could barely get proper words out without bursting into tears.
I composed myself for a second.
"I love you so so fucking much please come home as soon as possible I miss you so much I love you Mark with my whole soul-" I choked up again, shit.
"Seán. Seán. Calm down. I'm here, breath, it's ok. Just listen to the sound of my voice, and everything will be ok."
I felt strangely calm for a moment.
But then I remembered.
Everything will, in fact, not be ok.
I resorted to crying again.
"Mark, it won't be ok, you'll leave me, Mark, please... you can't do that to me..."
I trailed off, blubbering and gasping for air.
I was a goddamn wreck.
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